Blackfeather Woods Sing to the Moon

An informant in the north was all Damien could really ask for. With as little as he had to manage the brotherhood installment Damien couldn't be picky about who took care of the jobs. They were a pack in development despite their already long habitation of Blackfeather Woods, for they were in a process of healing from a brusque switch in leadership and operative system. Damien couldn't simply expect to be on top of an established organization, he had to ingrain what little he had to work with.

"It will be good to have him there. Perhaps he can extend his watch to neighboring packs as well, if there are any..." he flash-plotted, considering his options with the younger one as a new ace up his sleeve. They could be a small bunch, growing and incompetent, but there was only space to grow from there, and that was what Damien intended. "We're still recovering. When Meldresi was here there were more, deadlier Dark Brothers..." he explained, justifying the poor performance of the pack in the eyes of Miraak, "but they were all traitors, Miraak. I'm building this shit back up the right way..." he assured, conviction oozing from his cold eyes.

Reinstating Miraak to the Brotherhood hadn't even crossed Damien's thoughts. He already considered his uncle to be an accomplished Dark Brother, but perhaps he should have expressed it to avoid confusion. "I didn't think it would be necessary... You can ask brother Kove to refresh your mark if you wish."